(Utada Hikaru)
Mmm, Oooh, Oh
(Foxy Brown)
Yeah, Uh, Yeah
Y`all know y`all see us in the Benz or that Rover
Fresh pair of And 1`s, Luis? Pull over
Whole city locked, just like I always told you (uh-huh)
If it ain`t Boogie, believe me, she a rookie
You know how Fox drop it, dig up in they pockets
Pussy get lost, treat that nigga like a jump-off
They act shady, this nigga must be crazy
My girls sell units like Michael in the 80`s (ugh)
(Utada Hikaru)Chorus
What am I supposed to do, I don`t wanna be your referee but
Anytime tonight I`m gonna, blow my whistle soon
Hold my breath, turn blue `til it`s time to be your referee, but
Later on tonight I`ll let you, blow my whistle too
(Utada Hikaru)
Cast your vote on me
Say that`s it for me
Just place your bets on me
Stop gettin` high off of jealousy,
whether you are ready or not
I`m comin` with all that I got (I got)
Then while you decide, we are undefined
My instincts says I ought to keep you free (I wanna keep you free)
And my mother says men besides stability (Oh, is it true?)
My Instincts says I ought to keep you free
But I told you this life exclusively (oh)
[Repeat Chorus]
(Utada Hikaru)
Scared to show or tell
Keep what you just felt
The secrets to yourself
I`m gettin` tired of mysteries, even though I say they do not
The games you play hurt me a lot (a lot)
When there`s none to play, will you go or stay?
My instincts says I ought to disagree
When my mother says men will leave eventually (is it true?)
Nothing lasts forever, I agree
But I wouldn`t mind the possibility (Oh)
[Repeat Chorus]
(Foxy Brown)
Live from BK, dippin` on the freeway (uh-huh)
Visor twisted back with a couple wild cats (Oww!)
Bunch of loose goons, Keep the muzzle on `em
We all 7-tre, who the fuck wan` what? (Iyye!)
I numbs `em like cocaine raw
Starvin` like you part of the V-8 this fall
Homes, in many places, but I`m Brooklyn`s own
Bet I, keeps it poppin`, keeps they shoulders lockin`
Lahdy-Dahdy in the party, nigga,
Up ya yen, fuck you lockin` for a pen? I just came to bone
Reputation ill, stay on chrome
I`m like E.T. beotch, no phone home
Gavin always told me, Boogie, watch ya paper
Keep it low, bubble slow, niggaz, catch the vapors
Foxy Calhoun in the Cadillac blue
2 Live, Shawn ain`t got no ma`s, beotch!
[Repeat Chorus until fade]
